They have no π mouth, but seems to π the
A a thousand words so mild and meek.
They have no π eyes, but seems to see π
And bury thoughts π into me
The have no π ear, but seems to hear
All cries and, my every π tears
They have no π arm, but seems to pat
When the worries my heart β₯ is fat
They have no feet, but seems to πΆ walk
Along with me in my dreams and talk
They, I no, are the flowers π so nice That spread their fragrance a million miles
Grow a few and then you'll know
How your life will be fresh and new
With a βΊ smile so broad, I thank π my God
Whose work to imagine is really π€hard.
Β©Robert tet
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